My Healing Game

f information flooding into his mind. The dark virtua

fe, Han Fei. Your jour

standing in a bustling virtual city. The sensation was

muttered to himself, still gettin

ndeed lived up to its reputation. The details were incredible – t

red virtual characters engaged in various activities. Some were chattin

ined positive energy by witnessing the happiness of others.

, thinking, "Positive energ

tumbled upon a virtual comedy club. I

mirrored real-life humor. Han Fei couldn't help but laug

aspects of life presented in "Perfect Life." It was a welcome

uvenated and strangely optimistic. The

ling game concept after all," Han Fe

e" was just beginning, and the virtual world held m

ealing game. Here, there are heartwarming scenes that make people smile, and the g

ed voice that echoed from the depths of

choose your ow

s facial nerves as he slowly opened his eyes

with furniture covered in dust and walls mo

ike someone drilled a hole

is nostrils as Han Fei could clea

there wasn't much difference bet

ing room floor, Han Fei looked

intained the style of decades ago, and everywhere was cove

y home in

ation life game, an open-world with no fixed gameplay. I can work hard to level up my character and improve attributes, or

do next, Han Fei suddenly

Bang

ened the security door, and the voice-activated light ca

are you the

the door. In the cluttered hallway stood a s

e dumplings at home. Come over and eat

ot speak to each other for weeks. Inviting a neighbor to one's home fo

ng laid off by the company, had become silent and res

here are only me and my grandson at home. I've made a lot o

ere her own child. Each word she spoke se

plings can dispel the misfortunes of the year. It's not easy for you, a young ma

i would likely have come up with various excuses, but this was within

ffee table in the living room and walked out of the do

h your step,

h, and the iron railings were rusty. Many smal

from over a decade ago. Such neighborhoods had be

down one floor, stoppin

ed paint had become somewhat blurry. She cou

Han Fei, seeing the scene through the open d

d lady's house. She had only lit

e repairman probably hasn't

t burned out." Han Fei didn't treat the old lady as a game NPC; he

er instructing Han Fei, the old lady entered the k

He turned on the electricity, and the wa

the fuse has been completed, Meng Shi's friendliness increased by five, a

task system has been activated. Newbie tasks updated. Completing new

peared in front of Han Fei, but before he could examine it close

ced the fish soup on the table with a smile, then turned and walked t

ars old emerged from the bedroom. He kept hi

he old lady opened the refrigerator and took out half a frozen chi

in a small basin, casuall

many dishes; we won't b

n the refrigerator will go bad." Warm-hearted and kind, the old la

ly gatherings during the New

emitted a tempting fragrance. The hazy scent made Han Fei feel a bit tran

ing in the kitchen mixed with the advertisements playing on the square TV. Th

ordinary joys migh

If you stand still because of fear of the future,

scooping a bowl of fish sou

ductive fragrance. Han Fei blew gently

he corner of his eye that the boy on the opposite side

this kid

e boy slammed the bowl filled

mething taken o

u

Han Fei spat out the fish

off

up flowed everywhere. The old lady, hearing the commotion,

he boy, who looked only five or six years old, rais

ady, worried that the boy might get scalded, did

" The boy broke free from the old lady's hands, threw the frozen chicken ju

me back

m, and the living room was left with

broom and dustpan behind the door, intending to help the old lady clean up. But when he

a coffin, but Han Fei clearly saw that the old lady

dering what the child said afterward-that the buildin

as a coffin? Could it be because there

u

tunned. This didn't seem like t